I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1963

Chapter 1839 Arrival

Chapter 1839: Arrival
“Hey! Mr. Sang, what should we do now?!”

The chaotic space-time fragments, accompanied by the howling space-time storm, rolled in, and even the only remaining space and time laws in the fragments seemed to be collapsing.

A huge golden Buddha sat quietly in the dark storm.

Its body was glowing with rosy light and gushing with golden wish power, which brought warmth while also slightly lighting up the dark fragments of time and space.

Behind the giant Buddha, there are seven blood trees connected together in the broken flow. Their crowns are flourishing, and their branches are drooping, with white bones hanging down, creating a scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Below the blood tree is a huge green prison. Countless chains are like tentacles, rooted in unknown places, anchoring the spatial location of this place so that it will not get lost.

On the left side of the blood tree, there was a blazing white flame illuminated by embers. In the flowing heavenly fire, there was an old man with white hair and handcuffs on his hands and feet. All his strength was surging and pouring onto the Buddha.

On the right side of the blood tree is a huge black dragon coiling in the sky, with a pearl hanging from its head. The dragon’s breath blocks the unknown from coming from the front, and at the same time, power surges from its body to maintain the four divine pillars.

There is resentment towards both sides.

One has grievances, the other has no sleeves.

What is presented to the Holy Continent is a withered and cracked body, the sleeveless appearance of a holy slave – this appearance borrows the resentment of the inverted pagoda at the corner of the street, which is crucial.

But in fact, after the ladder to heaven was melted, what was more important was that the five holy emperors – a tree, a fire, a dragon, a prison, and a Buddha – had been imprisoned in the fragments of time and space for more than half a year.

What we have to deal with are the various attacks from the power above the Ladder in the past six months.

It is like a protective dam. Once their defense is broken, the torrent of various unknown forces on the opposite side, led by Hua Changdeng, will be able to flow unimpeded and directly reach the Holy Continent.

By then, it will be a true divine descent!
“Half a year!”

“It’s been half a year, we have done our best!”

“God knows how I have been living these past six months. The Eight Lords are just idiots who don’t even take a dragon seriously… If I were to say so, everyone should count to one, two, three and retreat together, right?

For more than half a year, the situation has been barely bearable, and the few of us have supported each other.

But in recent days, the offensive on the Heavenly Ladder has increased dramatically, and the Five Holy Emperors seem to be unable to withstand it.

The sudden attack just now contained the power of the three original ancestral gods, as if the ancestral gods themselves had arrived, and almost tore through their defense line.

Even though they worked together to block it and protect the line of defense of the space-time fragments, the aftermath still hit the five Holy Emperors.

It hurts!

It hurts so much!
It hurts like a heartache!

The Demon Emperor Black Dragon really wants to retreat.

The crystal-clear space-time blade was like a lens, passing through the dragon’s body.

Even though it was already a Saint Emperor, it could still see fragments of the past and future.

Like a kaleidoscope, the Demon Emperor Black Dragon saw himself as a child, sucking a black fruit outside the dragon cave and giving birth to demonic power.

From then on, it was unstoppable. Wherever it went, thousands of dragons retreated. With the power of the Dragon Ancestor that was awakened later, it grew to the Saint Emperor realm by eating and sleeping.

This kind of dragon life is really enjoyable.

The mirror fragments passed by again, carrying traces of time and space, reflecting the future.

The Demon Emperor Black Dragon was furious when he saw people whose faces he couldn’t see drinking dragon blood and eating dragon flesh, with some black dragon scales scattered on the ground.

A dragon like this, with its claws crossed, is not allowed!

“Sang Qiye, speak!”

“If you have any complaints against the Buddha, speak up!”

These two are the key to the outcome.

One is the host of the Four Divine Pillars, just like Xu Xiaoshou on the Void Island at that time, but at a higher level.

With the blessing of various powers, with the foundation of the Holy Emperor of Youyuan Buddha, he can barely reach the realm of Ancestral God.

Of course, it is not enough to deal with the real ancestor god.

But it is still possible to deal with some newly revived evil spirits for three to five years, as long as they don’t use all their strength.

The other one is even more crucial.

In terms of combat power, the Saint Slave Wuxiu is only a half-saint and is insignificant in this situation. He can be sacrificed at will.

But he is the only one besides the Eight Zun’an who knows the “plan” and is responsible for its execution.

As for the “plan”…

Not to mention the Three White Vein Ancestors and the Demon Emperor Black Dragon.

Even though there is resentment towards the Buddha, up to now, no one really understands what path the Holy Slave wants to take.

He is just responsible for cooperation.

The situation on the side of the toppled pagoda could no longer be suppressed. If this side did not cooperate, it was inevitable that his body and power would be seized by the Demon Ancestor.

——Go for broke!
In the dark fragments of time and space, the Buddha opened his eyes, and a faint golden light appeared.

There is a ray of will in this body that is resentful. Knowing that Sang Qiye, a semi-saint, is caught in this situation, even living is torture, let alone making a sound.

Facing the questioning gazes of several Saint Emperors, he could only speak on their behalf:
“Donor Wuxiu, please speak up. The enemy is at the gates of the city, and we have no way to retreat.”

At the former site of Guizhe, the scorched giant Buddha began to wriggle, as if it had borrowed a ray of life from somewhere.

In the fragments of time and space, there was also a golden Buddha. The resentful voice disappeared and the voice of Old Sang was heard.

Compared to the former, he was like a dying man, his voice was hoarse and weak, and his voice was like roasted wood:
“The appearance of the Third Ancestor, I think some of you have also seen it…”

The three White Vein Ancestors and the Demon Emperor Black Dragon all concentrated and nodded slightly.

The three ancestors mentioned by Shengnu Wuxiu are not the three ancestors on their side, but the three ancestral gods.

When the massive offensive just now was launched, the old locust tree, the Eye of the Evil Spirit, and the coffin under the tower were all visible to everyone.

Not only Hua Changdeng is involved in this situation, but the ancestral gods have also intervened. This cannot be deceived.

Sang Lao said this, then paused for a long time before he could continue to speak weakly: “I don’t know if there are any more. I only know that what you need to do is to intercept them one by one… As long as they are not all released into the five regions, we still have a chance to mediate…”

After saying this, he was like dead and never made another sound.

The Saint Emperors waited for a while, but nothing came of the rest of the story. The Demon Emperor Black Dragon was confused and couldn’t hold it in any longer:

“How do you intercept one by one?”

“It’s been half a year. If they launch a general attack now, with the remaining strength of Youyuan, I’m afraid they will only be able to take on the last wave of attacks, and the Four God Pillars will collapse.”

Patriarch Jinzhao followed up with a voice: “We have done our best so far. Next, shall we go back to Void Island and wait for death one by one?”

The Seven Tree Emperor remained silent.

He still doesn’t understand how to play this game.

To put it bluntly, it was nothing more than delaying death – could he resist for half a year, a year, ten years, a hundred years?
It would be better to surrender to the enemy now, maybe he could get out of the inner island of the Void Island, climb the ladder to heaven, and ask for a small official position.

But that’s what Ba Zun An is like.

From the beginning to the end, he didn’t tell anyone the details of the plan and treated his own people like a thief.

He is like this, and so is this holy slave Wuxiu.

It can only be said that this is the nature of the entire Holy Slave group. They, the Black and White Dual-Veined Holy Emperor, have never been regarded as insiders from the beginning to the end, but just tools.

There was a resentful whisper: “I’m afraid everyone has the intention to retreat, fearing that the four divine pillars will not be able to withstand Hua Changdeng’s sword next time. Brother Qiye, can you tell me more?”

After a long pause, Mr. Sang sighed, “The Eighth Master has said before, ‘Half of the hidden pieces cannot be spoken of openly.'”

If you have any complaints, you will lose the will to persuade.

He had spent half his life toppling pagodas and paid no attention to the Holy Emperor of Void Island. He had no idea where these monsters and demons around him came from.

I thought they were allies fighting side by side, but I never expected that at least half of them were enemy troops?

So what is the significance of these four pillars maintaining for half a year…

There is complaint but no words. Since it is Ba Zun’an’s words, just listen to him. He always has his own thoughts.

“Here I come!” Shenyu Qingshi didn’t waste any words.

He was in charge of vigilance. When the green chain that was extended out sensed the sword energy, he spoke out to remind people.

But after just one sentence, there was a hint of surprise in his voice, and he said, “Someone is coming!”

People?
For the past six months, the five great Saint Emperors have been guarding here. The sword energy can be seen, but the person who drew the sword cannot be seen. We only know that it is Hua Changdeng.

This is the advantage of the fuse ladder. At least, they don’t have to face each other head-on and can delay the battle.

But this time…

Can a person be materialized?
“Woo——”

As expected, as soon as Shenyu Qingshi finished speaking, the fragments of time and space that should have been dead silent even emitted the faint howling sounds of evil spirits.

This sound resonates deep in everyone’s soul, making people shudder.

In the darkness, a flickering flame was seen, illuminating a tiny figure.

Compared to the golden Buddha, the seven blood trees, the boundless sky fire, the Demon Emperor Black Dragon, and the vast blue divine prison.

The human figure is too humble.

He walked slowly to the end of the fragmented flow of time and space, wearing white clothes, with a broken sword on his waist and a bronze lamp in his hand, neither fast nor slow.

“Ancient Sword Cultivator…”

“Hua Chang Lantern…”

Different people, different reactions.

The Three White Vein Ancestors and the Demon Emperor Black Dragon, who had been abused by the ancient sword cultivators, felt overwhelmed when they saw people carrying swords.

You Yuan and Sang Lao recognized the person who came.

Hua Changdeng arrived at this time and stopped in front of the five holy emperors.

The whistling blade of time and space passed through his body, causing his clothes to flutter. He held the ghost hunting knife on his waist and had no intention of wielding the sword. He just spoke slowly to the giants:

“After half a year of hard work, I have finally broken through the barriers that you have built.”

“I am walking here with a lantern, just passing by. I don’t want to start a war, I just want to borrow your passage. There are more than a few of you. What do you think?”

How could he be allowed to go?
The Demon Emperor Black Dragon had no intention of fighting.

However, when it saw the ancient swordsman acting so hypocritically, it was the first one to feel unhappy.

Do you really think everyone is one of the Eight Lords?

Who can step on the head of the Demon Emperor Black Dragon?

What’s more, as a fellow Saint Emperor, we all hold ourselves very high in dignity, so it’s impossible for us to let it go so easily – if I let you go, will the past six months of my defense be in vain?

“bring it on!”

The Demon Emperor Black Dragon swung his tail, and the flames of war ignited in his eyes, “Fight! Until death!”

But at this moment, Sang Lao’s dry voice came out:

“Let him go.”

This sentence immediately stunned the several Holy Emperors present. The Three White Vein Ancestors and the Demon Emperor Black Dragon all looked at the golden Buddha in disbelief.

“What are you doing? Saint Slave Wuxiu!” asked the Seven Trees Emperor.

“I said, let him go.”

After Mr. Sang repeated one sentence, he was already exhausted and fell silent.

The four Holy Emperors were all in a turmoil. They could not figure out what Holy Slave Wuxiu was thinking. Was this also part of his “plan”?

But isn’t the plan to fuse the ladder and stop Hua Changdeng from coming down?
“Let it go.”

In the end, you still have to complain.

Although he didn’t know whether Wuxiu was still awake, at this time and here, there could only be one person giving orders.

If everyone acts recklessly, the ancestor god will arrive, and a group of scattered sand will be of no use.

“Woo——”

The ghosts screamed and wailed, like the cries of resentful babies.

Hua Changdeng nodded slightly in greeting, without saying anything else, and walked slowly under the gaze of several huge Saint Emperors…

Towards the Golden Buddha!

Enter the Golden Buddha!

Get out of the ghost Buddha!

…

“Why?”

When Hua Changdeng used the ghost Buddha as a passage, he took the path of the fragments of time and space and walked into the Holy Continent from the ladder to heaven.

Knowing what kind of being was put in there, the Demon Emperor Black Dragon could no longer hold back. He almost wanted to attack the unreasonable Saint Slave Wuxiu:
“You’d better have an explanation!”

Mr. Sang did not explain, and he was unable to explain.

In fact, the situation has now gotten completely out of control and is beyond the control of a mere half-saint.

Even the arrival of the Third Ancestor was not within Elder Sang’s expectations.

He no longer knew who was right and who was wrong between him and Ba Zun’an, but things had come to this point and he could only follow Ba Zun’an’s ideas and act according to his plan.

When he entered the game, Elder Sang only received three sentences of instructions:
“First, fuse the ladder.”

“Two, half of them are hidden pieces, and cannot be spoken openly.”

“Three, let them go one by one and intercept the rear.”

Over the past six months, all plans and actions have been strictly implemented, and now those that should be released have been released.

Old Sang had roughly figured out what the Eight Lords were worried about. He was just afraid that the ancestral gods would all rush into the Holy Continent.

If they come one by one, this situation that seems to be overturned at any time may have a glimmer of hope?
But where is the hope?
Mr. Sang can’t see the future, and when he looks up, it’s all pitch black.

Even these few obstacles are only at the highest level of the Holy Emperor. How can they stop several great ancestral gods?

vitality……

On the eight masters?

On Xu Xiaoshou?

Or rather, in what they both believed to be each other?
“Buzz!”

The bluestone chains of the Divine Prison trembled again.

This time, several Saint Emperors of the Void Island, who were always suspicious of each other, were shocked again – every time the Divine Prison Blue Stone had a reaction, it was definitely not good news.

“What happened again?”

The Demon Emperor Black Dragon looked towards the dark source of the fragments of time and space.

Hua Changdeng entered the Holy Continent, but there was no ancestral god following him from behind.

There was a loud thunder but little rain.

In the powerful attack just now, Hua Changdeng was actually the only one who wanted to enter the Five Realms. Was the Ancestral God just covering for him?

Shenyu Qingshi said solemnly:

“Make a feint to the east and attack in the west!”

“The power of the ancestor god is only a flash in the pan. The ladder we have melted can protect most of the Holy God Continent.”

“But there is one place where there are continuous cracks in the other-dimensional space. I can enter the Holy Spirit Continent from there, and I’m afraid they can also.”

As soon as these words came out, several Saint Emperors were shocked:
“Northern Territory?!”

In the far north of the Northern Territory, different dimensions are rampant and disasters are constant, and everyone in the Five Territories knows about it.

Before the establishment of the Holy Spirit Temple, most of the people in white and red had to guard the extremely cold and poor areas in the northern region all year round.

Taixu and half-saints who were born in the Northern Territory had to join the Heavenly Alliance, either actively or passively, and they all made their contributions to guarding the other-dimensional space.

Of course, where there is good warfare, there are many talented people.

Over the years, the semi-saints in various parts of the five regions have imprisoned themselves and have become less well-known.

This is not the case in the Northern Territory. Long ago, they relied on war to cultivate famous top semi-saints such as the “Northern Territory Seven Stars” and the “Twelve Saint Lords”!
“The three great ancestral gods, all their power is rushing to the Northern Territory, attacking the Seven Forbidden Realm Cracks.” Shenyu Qingshi sighed.

“Then we…”

Even the Demon Emperor Black Dragon fell silent after hearing this.

What should we do? Should we move to another place?
But if we move to the more chaotic time and space nodes near the cracks in the time realm, what about the people on the ladder? What
if they move here again?

“No problem.”

After a long while, Elder Sang spoke in a low voice: “The crack in the time and space is guarded by someone else.”

The five great holy emperors each had their own unique characteristics.

Who?
Apart from us, who else can resist the ancestor god?

…

In the Northern Territory, there is a rift in time and space, one of the seven forbidden areas.

This is where extra-dimensional rifts occur most frequently in the Northern Territory. It is called the “frontline battlefield” by the people of the Northern Territory, and fighting continues year after year.

A broken world, a grey sky, and gloomy tones.

If someone looks down from a bird’s eye view, they can see that the time and space rift is essentially just a broken square platform, which is connected to various unknown planes through the dimensional cracks that appear in various places.

One after another, beasts that were neither human nor ghost-like, alien species, and monsters whose names and races could not be told emerged from the cracks.

“Look, what is that?”

Amid the overwhelming shouts and cries of killing, someone soon noticed something unusual.

When looking towards the gray sky, an ancient locust tree, a huge purple eyeball, and a coffin pressed under the tower suddenly appeared outside the crack in time.

“What kind of creature is this?”

“I feel like we started too weak. If we really fall, I’m afraid many people will die…”

Even though we are used to seeing strange creatures in the cracks in time and space, it is probably rare to see such a strong sense of oppression throughout history.

Could it be possible that he reached that supreme realm – half-saint?

Taixu was so frightened that he trembled with fear.

When looking directly at the illusory, blurry vision, which seemed to be obscured by something to block its power and influence, the only one who could still stand upright was the semi-saint who had fought in the rift of time and space for many years.

There are still people who can resist!
Seeing this, many iron-blooded warriors of the Northern Territory became tough again:
“Don’t be afraid, brothers, we still have the Seven Stars of the Northern Territory!”

“The leader of the Seven Stars, Alliance Leader Yan Sheng, happens to be here right now. It’s just a monster, and the Alliance Leader can beat three of them at once!”

“Yes! The leader of the Heavenly Alliance is the first leader and the first half-saint. He is here. Is there anything that cannot be dealt with?”

“Look, the leader is coming out of the tent…”

In the large border guard tent at the rear, several semi-saint figures suddenly appeared out of nowhere, led by a tall, middle-aged man with long hair.

“It’s the leader of the Yansheng Alliance!”

“Look, Alliance Leader Yan Sheng has taken action. He rushed out!”

“So strong! Such momentum…”

Countless people looked at this scene, looking at Alliance Leader Yan Sheng who was rushing straight towards the three phantoms of monsters in the void, their hearts surging and their eyes filled with anticipation.

Dao Xuanji was defeated, the Jiang family was exterminated, and the only one who survived was Taixu Jiang Nayi, who was forced to hide in the front battlefield for refuge. He also looked at it from afar, his blood boiling, his fists clenched secretly, and he hated the three monsters in his heart, thinking that Ai Cangsheng, Xu Xiaoshou and other rats:
“If the leader of the Yansheng alliance takes action, these beasts will never come back!”